Those young players seemed not to take the loss seriously at all.
Only Rose looked anxious and worried.
Wang Yi sighed inwardly.
As expected, young players were hard to manage.
Veteran players knew when to relax and when to buckle down, when to be happy and when to be angry.
These young players had no idea.
He knew that even if he chewed them out now, they might act serious on the surface, but deep down, they still wouldn't take it seriously.
Given the circumstances, and the huge gap in ability between the two teams, how could they possibly win?
The Kings were under pressure from public opinion, while inside the team, the players didn't take this loss seriously at all.
It kept Wang Yi's brows furrowed.
After returning to the room he shared with Anjiali, Wang Yi kept thinking about how to deal with the situation.
But even after nine that night, he still hadn't come up with an ideal solution.
After turning it over in his mind, Wang Yi thought of someone.
Popovich. Old Master Bo.
Without hesitation, he picked up his phone and called Old Master Bo.
Popo's voice came through at once. It sounded somewhat aged, but also had a mischievous, childlike quality.
"Do you know how hard it is for an eighty-year-old man to fall asleep? How could you bring yourself to disturb an old man who's just drifted off?"
Wang Yi chuckled. "I'll bring you a bottle of red wine another day, and we can drink together."
"Sounds good. I sleep better after a drink. Wait a moment while I go to the cellar and get a bottle."
As he spoke, Wang Yi heard footsteps receding, one light and one heavy.
A moment later, those uneven footsteps drew closer again.
Then Old Master Bo